Delia Manuela Codin-Zorzoliu, born on March 28, 1987, in Bucharest, made her debut in the magazine of Tudor Vladimirescu High School in Drăgănești-Olt, in 1998, with the poem “Harsh Winter.”
She is the author of some stories for children "The Fifth Season", "Journey with a Neuron", "Princess Quail and the Enchanted Corn", "Sea Fairy and the Silver Dolphin", "The Brave Squirrel and the Enchanted Hazelnut Tree", "The Crystal Frog and the Water Lily Fairy", "The Enchanted Goose Egg", and "The Umbrella Mushroom and the Lazy Beetle".
She is working on several novels and is preparing a volume of poems.
She currently lives in Southampton, United Kingdom.
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How it all started?
For me, writing is a release. A break for the mind. When I write, I feel that time stands still. I like to walk through my own thoughts. When I put letters on paper, that's what I do. I get lost in the words; I choose the right ones and turn them into stories.
I like to write with my soul the most because then, the most intense and deep writings are born. At that moment, the writings that touch the heart are born. The writings that sensitize the soul are born. When I write with my mind, everything seems mechanical or too thoughtful. Anyway, no matter how I write, with my mind or soul I create a world which belongs to me and where I feel free. I create a world where I can be how I want to be. I create a world where I can be who I want to be.
I like to create stories with parents, princesses, phenomena and magical things. At the other end of the spectrum is my passion for drama, mystery. I tend to believe that magic is not just about things. The magic is in each and every one of us.
I like to write at night because then, the feelings are deeper and I can better translate them on paper in different forms.
Sometimes I feel like I was born writing. I started writing when I was only 11 years old. I wrote only for myself. I still remember, as if it were yesterday, the day I wrote my first true poem. It was called "Winter in the Night." It turned out so well for me that even my Romanian language teacher didn't think it was written by me. She told me then: “If this poem is actually written by you and is not copied, then write another one. I want to convince myself that this is so! ” .
—Delia C. Zorzoliu
